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Beloved Empress

By Shui Yun Xing

020: Queen of grievances

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After half a quarter of an hour, I saw only the fire that was not born in the ink, but it was actually ignited by Jun Qian, and it was burning.

Jun Qian Che looked at Mo Yan and sneered at her with his eyes.

Ink stunned him and gave him a thumbs up.

Then Mo Yan took some rice, lotus seeds and other things, ready to cook a bowl of eight-treasure porridge for him to taste, must not let him look flat, you will have a fire to show off, aunt will also cook delicious porridge? !

So the most noble men and women in Huachen are so busy in this small kitchen.

After a while, there was another unhappiness between the emperors: "The emperor, you are burning too fast, my porridge must be cooked, small, small."

"Ink, do you play tricks?" Jun Qian Che is unhappy.

Mo Yan’s grievance retorted: “What told me to play you, this porridge was originally to be boiled at the beginning, then the simmering slowly! You can’t do it!”

"Oh, no, you come." Jun Qian Che suddenly picked up his son and did not do it. He is a king of the country, helping her to make a fire here, and she still doesn't know how to pick and choose.

Mo Yan is also very angry, clearly communicate with him, but he is so unreasonable, only you have a temper! Grandma also has: "I am coming to me." Do not believe that you can't cook without porridge.

It is said that there will be a break-in period between the husband and wife. The post-employment period of the emperor is only a heavy and long-term.

After a quarter of an hour, Mo Yan looked at the porridge in the bowl, and he was so depressed that he could not cry, and looked at Jun Qian.

Jun Qianche sneered and said: "This is the porridge cooked by the Queen. It really makes you look at it. You are punished for a month."

"Hey! The emperor, you can't talk about it! Can porridge cook like this to blame me? It's not good for the emperor's fire." Mo Yan bravely retorted.

Jun Qian is stunned to her.

Mo Yan did not dare to look at his fierce gaze, bowed his head and succumbed: "Hey! The emperor will bully the courtiers, people know that the emperor is sick, kindly see the emperor, the emperor is not moved, forget it, and it is hard to cook." Porridge, obviously people will cook porridge, but the emperor does not cooperate with others to produce fire. As a result, the porridge is boiled and blamed, and people are also very wronged. You are still squatting with others, oh--" Suddenly feel in my heart Very aggrieved, in modern times, whether it is for teammates or family, friends to cook, they will be full of praise, why come here, can not be affirmed, but also he was degraded and bullied. It’s not fun at all, she wants to go back and return to the world that belongs to her.

When I saw the ink crying, Jun Qian’s heart was smashed and shocked. Although he and his queen had been married for two years, the queen in front of him was always overbearing and arrogant. Did not reveal the appearance of a small woman, let alone cry in front of him.

So in the face of her, he really has some problems: "You, what are you crying?"

"I am wronged, of course I am crying! I know that cooking is great, but you are denied. You are deliberately bullying me." The ink-sucking nose sucked at him.Seeing her crying pear with a little rain, Jun Qian's chilly heart was a little softer. Going forward, gently helping her wipe the tears on her face. The tone was hard and hard: "Okay, don't Cried. It won’t be cooked in the future."

Ink wiped his tears and said seriously: "I really cook, this time I will blame you." You must be clear about right or wrong. Oh, how suddenly I cried in front of him, it was too shameful, she was not a crying person! It must be the reason for being too homesick.

Jun Qian Che sighed helplessly, pulled her hand and walked outside.

"Hey! What are you doing? Where are you pulling me?" Mok trotting all the way followed his footsteps.

Soon, Jun Qian Che returned to the Royal Palace with ink.

Mo Yan opened his hand and was not pleased: "You can't just say that you are going to sleep in the palace. Why are you pulling me away? I have long legs and I will go. I have nothing to see the emperor's illness. The courtiers will go back first."

"Stand up." Jun Qian Che once again stopped drinking her.

Inkless impatiently asked him: "What else is there! You have to marry me, are you?"

Jun Qian Che pulled her and walked to the front of the basin to let her look into the basin.

The ink-faced face in the basin is dirty, like a kitten.

Raising his head, the grievances blamed Jun Qiane for blaming: "I blame you, if you didn't let me cook porridge, can I get so dirty?"

Jun Qianche was too lazy to bicker with her, took a sip, dipped some water, and wiped her face.

The ink is awkward, and some are embarrassed: "I still come by myself!"

Jun Qian Che reached out and opened her hand to help her clean her face.

Ink sneered in his heart: This guy will not be a fever and burn his head! It’s so kind, there’s nothing here! Who cares for love? However, being able to be served by the emperor is still worth showing off. When you wear it back, you can show off with your friends. This girl has been served by the emperor. I am afraid that there are not many people in the past and the present! Hahaha -

On the occasion of the ink sputum, Jun Qian Che had wiped her little dirty face and reached for her forehead.

The thoughts of Mo Yan’s wandering were immediately pulled back, and he was not pleased with his forehead: “What are you doing!”

Jun Qian Che went to the dragon case, and the cold road: "Help you to study ink."

Ink pointed to himself: "I? Ink! I will say how you would be so kind to help me wipe my face! Originally another purpose!"

Jun Qian Che sat on the dragon chair and looked at her.

This is full of majestic domineering

Zi, the anger of Mo Yan disappeared in an instant, and the heart was unwilling to go to the dragon case to study ink.

Jun Qian Che took the pen and looked at her, once again indifferently open: "According to your grinding method, I am afraid that I will not be able to make ink at night."

In the mind, Mo Yan fantasized a picture, splashing a large pot of ink to Jun Qian, and then pointing his hand at him and yelling: Do you want ink? This is enough! People are blacking you. "Ha ha ha -" Mo Yan is immersed in his own fantasy and laughs forward.

Jun Qian's angry and angry table: "Ink--" (83中文网83

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